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To a Bat.
Methinks ’tis strange to see thee in the city,
Fluttering above the busy haunts of men
As if bewilder’d with its ceaseless noise,
Seeking thy ruin’d tow’rs and woods again;
Where shadowy oaks their giant arms are flinging,
Thou labour’st in thy flight, as if thy spirit,
Thou hast forsook the loaning, cool and quiet,
Thus, voiceless wanderer, may thy untold woe
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